Zap Zone Lyrics by BabyTron feat. Certified Trapper is a Newly released English song. Zap Zone Lyrics are penned by BabyTron & Certified Trapper while the song is produced by BabyTron. The song was published on January 13, 2023.
Zap Zone Song Details:
| Song: | Zap Zone |
| Singer(s): | BabyTron |
| Featuring: | Certified Trapper |
| Produced by: | BabyTron |
| Written by: | BabyTron & Certified Trapper |
| Label: | BabyTron |
Zap Zone Lyrics
Cuddy in the wilderness, he set up shop in North Dakota
Forty scored on purple with the seal, like, point me towards the soda
TRX fully loaded, this bitch all-terrain (Skrrt)
You on rookie level, boy, we ball on hall of fame
Didn’t Juice WRLD tell you these hoes all the same?
Fuck around and snatch yours ‘fore I point a chain
Doin’ all that starin’, fuck around and catch an ass whoopin’
Lil’ bitch got that Widebody, I’ma call her Catwoman
Honkin’ like a meanie in that ‘Ghini, catch me Lamb’ pushin’
Before the raps, I went and built a lil’ stash juggin’
Punchin’ numbers in, I told ’em that my card tweakin’
Lost lil’ brodie out of nowhere, feel my heart shrinkin’
If you ain’t got a plan or no goals, you better start thinkin’
QP of that- (Yeah) you would think my arms reekin’
Stuck off the Wocky, I’m just chillin’ in the dark dreamin’
Catch an opp up at the mall, I bet them members spark Neiman’s
Catch him trippin’ out in traffic, leave him in a parked Demon
Certified scammer, I’m with Certified Trapper
Pop was brown skin, I doubled up and turned my Sprite blacker
Life like a book, I just turned through five chapters
Me and D on Rodeo like, “Who ‘vert gon’ fly faster?” (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Finna have two freaky hoes eat each other like beta fish
Pocket full of Benjamins, my granny think I’m bangin’ Crip
Nah, this ain’t a fifth (Nope)
Wockhardt, sealed pint, catch me takin’ sips (Ah)
Slid down, face covered, like, case dismissed (Brrt)
Gang in love with his switch, he got a grave to dig (Brrt)
Turn them hands to bacon bits if they hang with pigs (Boom)
Playmaker turned coach, feel like Jason Kidd
Nah, for real, tell them boys we got a game to win (Yeah)
Nah, for real, tell them boys we got a game to win (Yeah, brrt, brrt)
Lenses hittin’ off the light
Bitch, I really live that life
If I catch a fuck nigga, I’ma hit him right on sight
Got the switch in the club, nigga, I don’t fuckin’ fight
Two Glocks on me, nigga, I’ll get your ass right
I got G’s on me, bitch, that’s why I stand different
Bitch, all five hundred pops, yeah, we bam different
I’ll up the fire on his ass and get to blickin’
Bitch, ridin’ ’round, fat armrests with them bands in it
.223 missiles
Get up on that tip, I’ll blow it like a whistle
Bitch up on my dick, I’m in Cali’ smokin’ truffles
Bam super hard, all the hoes gon’ wanna fuck you
Saw they was reekin’
Countin’ up racks, backed up on the weekned
Get your pussy ass popped up, diss sneakin’
Bitch grabbed my dick, grabbed [?]
[?] in the kitchen, bitch, I need a hand (Yeah)
BabyTron, where you at? I need another double
Most these niggas gettin’ through zaps and they can’t buckle
I just fucked a bitch, bend back, I don’t fuckin’ cuddle
Pull up in somethin’ super fast, this a space shuttle
Nigga should’ve stayed down with it, I got yay for you
Spin back on his block, I’ma wait for him
If you ain’t pretty, bad bitch, I ain’t tryna fuck you
I don’t like cheap hoes, I’ll pay for it
Don’t put no ‘xotic on the scale, it’s yay on it
Cheap-ass nigga, I got the counter with some pape’ on it
Pussy
Uh-huh, nigga
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Bitch